Seems Like Old Times

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In Chapter 24 of A DISH BEST KILLED, after discovering that Haven is two-timing her with sheriff's deputy Trimmer Waltz, Jett persuades Rush to get her a gun ...


INT. JETT’S APARTMENT - A LITTLE LATER
Jett STORMS into the room.
SLAMS the door.

Rush lolls on the couch
watching TV drinking a beer.

She walks over. Sees the mirror
with the lines of speed he’s been
chopping up on the coffee table.

JETT
Okay, here’s the deal.
If you want your cut, you’re
gonna have to work for it.
(beat)
I need your help.

RUSH
Sure, sure. What can I do?

Jett sits down next to him.
Looks at the drugs.

JETT
You know my -- friend?

RUSH
Haven?

JETT
Yeah. She’s --
(shudders)
She’s fucking the Sheriff’s deputy.
And they’re setting me up.

RUSH
Holy SHIT.

JETT
Mind if do one of those?

RUSH
Fuck, no. Now we’re talking.
(hands her a straw)
Madam, your carriage awaits.

JETT
(takes it)
Giddyap.
She leans down. SNORTS a
line in her left nostril.

Then another in her right.
She shakes her head. WHOOSH.

RUSH
You’re gonna be fucking flying,
after being clean so long.

JETT
(SNORTS another)
Goddamn right.

RUSH
So what’s the plan?
What can I help with?

JETT
I need you to help me -- get a gun.

Jett reaches over.
Wets a finger in Rush’s water glass.
Touches it to her nose. SNORTS it.

RUSH
A gun? What for?

JETT
I’m gonna kill the motherfucker.

RUSH
But he’s a cop.

PUSH IN ON Jett.
Eyes blazing with chemical fire.

JETT
Kinda like old times, huh?